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Gendered Airplane

It is a sunny morning. I have just landed somewhere near a town, Practically parked in the town next to a very tall building,....a church. A dark brick church. There was an open field with grass next to it. I had already taken off my flying gear, and put it away inside the plane. So I was just in my uniform. It was beautiful day out.

A man in a dark suit comes rushing up to me. He has dark shirt well groomed hair and a thick mustache. He says something to the effect, "I know you pilots like to paint your planes gaudy colors, but do you think that is appropriate?" I look at him funny like 'what the hell are you talking about.' And I think I ask him what is wrong with red.

He then points to the plane and explains that there is a giant penis painted on the bottom of my plane! I think I said, "WHAT?!?!" And walked over to the plane with the man and inspected the underside of my plane. I must have turned white. The man noticed the change in my appearance realized that I had no idea that was painted underneath. I looked at him and he said, "practical joke." His eyes twinkled a little at the realization that it wasn't meant to be there. I apologized if the artwork offended anyone. And his reply was that he didn't think too many people had seen it and that he was mostly concerned about some of the older ladies and young women. I think I told him that I would make sure that I did not fly over the city when leaving. I was so embarrassed.

It's afternoon. I'm back at the base. I am less than amused. Still a bright and sunny day, but I annoyed and start go hunting for the artist.... I start complaining and I ask how long that had been painted upon the plane what was everyone thinking. Someone finally says that it had been on there only a few days and that this was the first time I had taken the plane to a civilian area. They would have told me not to take the plane, but I had gone already. I was pretty hot under the collar about this. They tried to to make me feel better by saying that the ground pounders thought that new artwork was amusing.

I don't think I knew what to say about that. I just shook my head a little and asked that the responsible party paint over the giant dick and I would let it drop. I think I walked off to let them deal with the problem.

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